In case you didn't know my name, it's Natasha Gonzales.
I am 14 years old and in the 9th grade. I am half black-American and half
Mexican. I like being who I am. I mean don't a lot of you think you hate
yourself because of the ways you look and the way you came from? Well that's
what happened to me. And here is my story so that you can know what happened
to me and learn from it:

"10 more minutes mom?" sleepily Natasha said as
she turned to the other side of the bed facing the wall.

"Natasha, we just moved here and beside you don't want
to be late for your first day of school." Mrs. Gonzales said.

"I don't want to go to school mom, I don't even know anybody
there so what's the point on meeting new friends?" Natasha said facing
her mom again.

"You'll find friends. Now get up because I ain't going
to be late for my work."

"Man mom! You ain't got time for me anymore anyways."

"Come on hurry up I want to drive you to school today
so hurry and get dressed." Mrs. Gonzales said.

"Blueberry pancakes and a Strawberry muffin." Natasha
said "oh and with a can of mango soda please," Natasha said pleased.

"Get the soda yourself I have to go to work."

"But mom you said you were going to drive me."

"I know but I am kind of running late so maybe Jasmine
would drive you."

In case you didn't know my mom works at this company where
they do holiday decorations. And Jasmine is my older sister; she's 16 years
old and just gotten her new car and driving license. She has too much rules
for her car. Like don't eat in the car or don't get the car dirty or you'll
pay to clean it.

"Natasha! Mom said to drive me to school."

"I can't I have to go to my job appointment at 8:00. Sorry
mom but I'll be late to my appointment."

"Natasha can you walk to school? It's only 2 blocks from
home. I'll show you the directions."

"Man! Why did we have to move?" Natasha yelled as she
ran upstairs to get her school supplies.

A few minutes later Gaia yelled "There is High Bell High
School!" A few boys and girls were outside. A group of girls and boys surrounded
Gaia as she reached the school sidewalk.

"Hey ya'll" Gaia said and waved her blondish brownish
hair to her back.

Gaia was a popular girl in High Bell High Natasha thought.
For a girl; Natasha has pretty blondish brownish long hair that reached
her butt. Her hair style looked and showed that she was a model and popular.
Natasha decided to ask her.

"How was your day?" Mrs. Gonzales asked as she putted
cookies on the plate and a cup of milk.

"Okay."

"You meet any friends?"

"One, her name is Gaia and she lives somewhere in the
next block." Natasha said annoyed.

"Natasha can you go clean the living room and the storage
room because your aunts and uncles are coming over and they are staying
for the Thanksgiving month."

It has been 3 months since Natasha went to High Bell High
she noticed that Gaia was always changing her cloth as soon as she gets
to school, and that when she went to her house her parents were very strike
about things. Also she noticed that Gaia was popular at school because
she doesn't act the same way she acts in front of her parents. Natasha
decided that she wants to act the same way to become popular too.

But on Thanksgiving Day she received the best thing ever;
her true real identity. Everyone noticed the way she acts and told her
to be herself and everyone would be her friend.

There was a lot of food at the table when Natasha arrived
from outside with Gaia. There was corn, mashed Potatoes, Pies, turkey,
chicken, Biscuits, Soup, Stuffing, Fruits, Salad, Jelly, Butter, and Ice-Cream.

*****

I think writing is a good thing because its the easiest
thing you can do when you first begin to learn English. It can be easy
for most of the people not all of them.

When I first came to the United States of America I
went to a state called North Carolina. In North Carolina I didn't know
how to speak English that well so I felt sad everyone did but not me.
I didn't know if people were making fun of me or saying bad things about
me. Every time someone say something and look at me I just smile at them
and stuff so then later when I learned English I feel like I was making
a fool of myself. But I mean come on you'll feel the same ways
if you were me. You'll really hate it if you were me because you'll want
to learn that language as soon as possible.

Anyway I had this teacher who teaches students
English. They used to call her the ESL teacher. Her real name was Mrs.Marian.
She was a very nice teacher. She teached me the right way to read English
and the right way to write English. I really appreciate her help.

I want to become an author in the future so when
I do then Ill write books and give her special thanks. I wish she appreciate
what I am going to do for her too.

In writing and reading you need to act like you were
challenging yourself because trust me that will help you a whole bunch.
You should keep a journal or a Diary because there you can write all your
feelings (which would be fun to read later in the future) that way you
can learn to write daily and that really would help and stuff.